A new look for a new you

You'd rather not try and compete with your old high school friends when it comes to adventure, decadence, and depravity. They've got a lot more experience than you do in those fields. That said, you still want, need, to change things up in your life. Everything you own was meant to hide in the corners and be ignored, from your boring underwear to your generic tops and your unexciting hair. Changing these things seem like the first thing you can do to exert some individuality and personal freedom back in your life. You get dressed into your normal routine, grab your purse, and head the door, walking from campus to the strip mall a few blocks away. You hit the ATM and withdraw the money you a lot yourself in cash, so that your nosy parents can't find out exactly what you're up to. Your first stop, a hair salon; you've wanted to get away from this boring brown color since you were a teenager, and your mother always said no, citing it as a waste of money. Their stingy ways may have helped save money to get you here, but it certainly hasn't made the journey more enjoyable.

"Oh good morning miss. How can I help you?" Asked the lady at the front

"Hi, I was looking for a haircut, and to get my hair dyed today"

"Well, it's your lucky day sweetheart. My one appointment for the day cancelled out. I'll get you all set up. Is this your first time dying your hair?"

"Yes ma'am"

"Oh, so formal! Please, call me Sheryl, don't worry dear. I've got your back. No come along with me, and be ready to be amazed! You are in the hands of a hair maestro!" You weren't nervous before, but this lady starts to make you a little ill at ease. She just. Wont. Stop. Talking! and the worst part of all, she isn't even saying anything all that important, or interesting. Still she's a nice enough lady, and it'd be rude to tell her to stop. You make polite conversation with her about nothing in particular. The weather, that actor from that movie with the pretty face. Some bitchy customer she had last week. It isn't stimulating by any means, but you have to admit it was at least, at times, interesting. More surprising than that, the time just vanished as you two gabbed away. Two hours passed by in what felt like thirty minutes. The big reveal at hand, Sheryl really did do magic with your hair, every strand looking like a perfect, natural blonde. She even cut into a cute, short bob.

"Oh honey! You look like a completely different person than the girl who came in here"

"I know" you reply, amazed yourself "I mean, that was the idea, but it's amazing to actually see."

"Well, you go out there and rock it, and be sure to see me when you're do for a touch up. I also got a hook up if you're looking for nails too."

Looking at shops nearby on your phone, you see there's a shoe store nearby. While you're being indulgent, you decide to fulfill another long-restrained desire. You stroll in quickly, a woman on a mission. As if by providence, you find exactly what your heart desired, a pair of jet black stilleto heels. They are admittedly hard to get used to, but they look so cute, and make the rest of you look better to boot! Like a child, you walk the door in your new shoes, out the door nearly as quickly as you came in, you look in your wallet and find that both of those purchases cost more than you anticipated. You had hoped to get a new wardrobe too, but you could get one new outfit, maybe two if you were lucky. You ponder your next course of action when you're hit by an offspeed pitch. Down the alley of the strip, outside immediate view, is a small store trying to keep its contents discrete, while it's name did anything but. Deja Vu's Love Boutique. Lingerie, sex toys, and more besides. Your heart flutters, and a mischievous grin. You had never even _dared _to think to ask for something so much as a pair of exciting undies. Your conservative, church going, abstinence only minded parents would have made your ears bleed from the lashing you'd receive.

What they don't know won't hurt them.

New hair and new shoes, you flaunt your way in. Just past midday, the store is empty minus that heavily tattooed lady behind the counter. She looks at you to recognize your presence, but leaves to your own exploration. You feel like a child in a candy store all of the sudden, so many forbidden things, which makes you want them even more. Your eyes gravitate towards a dildo, shaped like a real penis, big and life-like, with a suction cup at the end for...reasons. A twitch in your pants compels you to take it before your mind gravitates towards the lingerie, and your body follows. You grab a lacy black bra that should make your already big boobs even more attractive, and a matching black thong. Giddy, you entertain one last fantasy, taking a schoolgirl costume from the wall. You don't know what you'll do with it yet, but a college freshman like yourself, you'll find use of it somehow, you assure yourself.

The lady behind the register, seemingly disaffected with all of life, raises an eyebrow at you making these purchases on your own "Getting a few things to surprise your boyfriend?"

You giggle as you shake your head "Oh, no. Sorry, I'm single."

She furls her brow questioning your decisions "Well, you won't be for long with clothes like that. Especially if you come round at night."

"Why's that"

"We have a small theater in the back. You'll be real popular, I guarantee it."

That puts another idea in your head. "That's good to know, but I think I have other plans." You walk back to your dorm room with a new sense of self confidence, style, and defiance.